{18 + only} let your fictional fantasies run wild

*clink*

the sound resonates in vessel’s ears as his necklaces tap against the metal of the spreader bar. diligent fingers struggle with the lock as the damn thing refuses to shut. he should have researched this more thoroughly; who knew a bloody lock would cause him so much hassle. for goodness’ sake, it’s just a lock; it’s meant to lock things! as he bites down in concentration, his tongue juts out past his inky black lips, held back by his teeth, and his brow crumples into frustrated arches. 

with curiosity and impatience, she watches him, her gaze fixed on his fingers as they toy with the lock. her naked body rests atop the silk sheets; the colour–a deep maroon — compliments her skin tone so well. his fingers are the brush strokes that bring her to life as teasing moans part her lips. vessel’s cheeks heat, feeling exposed under her gaze, an odd sense of pressure watching over him as if she’s critiquing his every move. 

*click* 

vessel’s eyes widen, the lock closes in on itself, securing the bar and keeping her locked in place. velvet ties bind her wrists to the decorative bed posts; the material is taut enough to restrain her without causing significant damage. no gag rests in her mouth this time, giving her the option to speak, yet she restrains her tongue. 

a small smirk creeps onto vessel’s lips as he admires his handiwork. 

relief washes over him as he exhales, “there ... are you ready?”

although she gives him a nod of acceptance, the question was rhetorical. 

her eyes are fire and fury, staring him down like a lioness would her prey. vessel is utterly at her disposal despite her being the one restrained. vessel, can’t help but melt under her mercy. his hand reaches to the bedside table; a kitchen knife–bought and unused–rests upon it. as he gets a feel for it in his palm, he grabs it. the steel is smooth, and the handle holds some weight to it. vessel pitched for a switchblade, but the idea was thrust upon him so quick that a kitchen knife would do for now. 

between her thighs he settles, face down, his head tucked under the spreader bar, a shudder escaping his lips. his face close to her cunt that his breaths tickle her clit. he has experimented with knives in the bedroom before, but never so close to such an intimate area. she’s so wet for him, her folds glossy with her juices, she shimmers under the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. he can smell her–so sweet–he licks his lips as a droplet of drool collects on his tongue. god, he cannot wait to taste her. 

vessel brings the knife up to eye level, inspecting the blade and how the light reflects off the metal surface. there is an odd beauty to it. he presses the tip of the knife against her inner thighs; she whimpers at the feeling, not out of pain. her arch arches into a subtle curve, flesh prodding the knife deeper into the skin. 

vessel halts his movements, only for just a moment to gauge her reaction. no words are spoken on her part, just a soft mewl in pleasure. he kisses the mound of her sex, then follows with a gentle kitten lick to her clit, because he loves the reaction it elicits. her thighs stretch against the restraints of the spreader bar at just the right angle where her fold flutters open just for him, her wetness building up on her walls. 

such a pretty sight she is. vessel is a desperate, impatient man yet even he stops to admire her beautiful pussy. despite how badly he wants to eat her out right now, even he’ll make her wait for such a treat. 

vessel flicks the knife against her inner thigh, the sensation causes a hiss to escape past her lips. she is not pained by it; instead, her cunt dribbles with its arousal, all wet and sticky as it seeps onto the sheets. vessel’s cock hardens and his belly churns in arousal. blood beads from the cut. the wound itself does not need any serious attention; vessel stops and admires it. each time she squeezes her thighs shut, crimson smears appear against the mound of her; the cut is located just shy of the axis of her thigh . he leaves his mark. 

it takes all of vessel’s strength to not rut himself into the mattress and spill into his pants. 

he licked his lips again, a look of adoration on his face as he tells her, “god, woman, you’re gorgeous.”

her blood still clings to him, a sweet reminder of their encounter. the smell persists with each breath he takes. 

“do it again…” she demands, suppressing a moan with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

vessel repeats his process, this time switching to the other thigh. with the blade against her skin, she makes two small incisions closer to her centre than before. her back arches as she let out a gasp, her nipples harden from the sensation. 

“mmm, fuck…” she whines, a fresh wave of iron flooding her tastebuds having bit down on her bottom lip a bit too hard in reaction. 

vessel’s eyes peer up. he knows she is fine yet her whimpers keep him on edge and sober his senses just in case. once he’s convinced she is ready, he dips his head down, tasting her crimson for himself. his tongue is fine with sensation in an instant. normally, he would expect a pungent taste of iron, yet her blood, (like her cunt) tastes sweet while keeping just that hint of iron.

“ves…” she mewls. if her hands were free, she’d push his head down between her thighs, but she was not given that luxury. she instead thrusts her hips upward, inviting him to taste her. 

“i know, my dove.” he sucks a bruise into her thigh, swallowing her blood. “you want me to eat you out, huh?” 

she nods, throwing her head back against the pillow with a whine, her thighs shaking from the lack of contact her sex receives. 

“beg for it then..” his tongue runs against the crease between her thigh and sex, teasing her with slow ministrations, keeping his eyes locked on her. 

she refuses at first; he knows she doesn’t want to give into his cruel torment; however. once he places a chase kiss to her mound, the same as he did before, she unravels. 

“please … yes. please...do it…” 

“what, hmm?” 

fucking bastard he is, and he knows it. 

“please eat me out,” she echoes his previous words. 

vessel’s tongue is quick, licking a long, deliberate stripe up her cunt, bypassing her clit just to be petty. his lips stained with her blood and now her essence. the flavour is intoxicating to vessel; he shivers with a moan, causing his muscles to tense up. 

“that’s my girl. "

the knife still in his grasp, he places it on the mattress for a moment, blade pointing towards him as he repositions himself. with her thighs positioned on his shoulders and the spreader braced against the back of his neck, she maintained the widest possible stance. he reaches for the knife again, teasing her swollen clit with the hilt. the metal stings with a chill against her sensitive nub; she makes it known. 

“mmm, ves fuck … don’t tease,” 

“why not?” he presses the end harder against her. “you tease me all the time, yet you don’t hear me complaining. "

“just shut up and eat me out. " 

he smirks, and it’s that shit-eating grin when he knows he’s won. 

“anything for you, my dove. " 

he dives in without restraint, replacing the hilt of the knife with his tongue. believing the torment to be over, she thrusts her hips upward to match his tongue’s rhythm, but disaster strikes. vessel, ever the instigator, teases her dripping warmth with the knife’s hilt, drawing circles against her folds before slipping the handle inside her. 

“fuck!” she gasps, the breath escaping from her lungs before she could react to his tongue. the handle fills her, not to the brim, but it sure is close. vessel keeps his fingers wrapped around the base of it; the handle is long enough so he does not need to worry about hurting her. there is some resistance on her part. her walls quiver around the steel, taut and wanting to expel it yet dragging it deeper. the resistance subsides when vessel’s lips wrap around her clit and he rocks the handles in and out of her. 

“feel good, sweetheart?” his words roll off his tongue and vibrate against her walls. her body shudders, muscles tensing at the sensations. 

“mmm yes … fuck don’t stop…” 

her voice breaks, a clear sign of her pleasure. her thighs struggle against the spreader, wanting to wrap around his head and keep him pinned between them. luckily, vessel could not think of a better place to be than face-down in her pussy lapping up all he offers. 

“you taste so fucking good…” his tongue swipes against her clit, swirling around the overstimulated nub, forcing her hips to meet his movements in frantic gyrations. as his free hand grips and squeezes her thigh, he pulls her down so she can ride her orgasm on his tongue. 

“ves … baby … mmm, god i’m gonna cum if you…keep doing that…”

what she is referencing is the way his tongue dips down into her fluttering walls, taking a long lick, engulfing her clit with hips lips and sucking.

she cums in his mouth. no mention, no warning. just straight pleasure, yet he does not respond. vessel has given this sensation upon her countless times that his response only hinders the second orgasm soon to follow. he guides her through it. all movements of the knife cease and he frees it from her walls, replacing them with his fingers as he draws another orgasm out from her. wetness stains the sheets, an act he is most proud of since he does not mind changing the bedding afterward. when her spasms soon dilute, it’s only then that he removes his tongue, placing a chaste kiss to her belly. 

vessel stares down at her for a moment, a quivering mess beneath him, her legs still suspended around his neck, thigh muscles taut with exertion. that familiar cling of the spreader bar filling his ears once more. 

it has been two years since his arrival. the wind, ice, and snow all comes together in a violent dance against his skin, biting at his injured flesh; the sensation makes him nauseous. the blade is like hot coals going in, even more so going out. despite his circumstances, iv thinks the colour of his blood looks beautiful against the mounds of snow piled around him. as he lay dying, frostbitten and bloody, his eyes battling against the darkness seeps into his vision. his breath is shallow, taunting him with rattled wheezes and shuddered gasps. he remembers her voice, how delicate it sounds, soothing his mind from the sting of his wounds. he does not remember much after that. 

the lake shimmers silver under moonlight as iv stares out into the distance. his fingers grasping the dew-slick blades until his skin stains green. his chest is tight, not with panic, more so suffocation. the summer solstice is the grove’s largest week-long gathering since the fall of the three kingdoms. people journey from all corners to find peace within the ancient trees, to indulge, liberate themselves, and revel in pleasure until their desires are fully met. iv does not do well in crowds, not in this scenario. with the moans and wails echoing against the pines, the stench of spiced wine and sex lingering in the air. the scent brushes under his nostrils, making his nose scrunch with a grimace. the lake provides solitude against the raucous debauchery in the distance. he does not understand why the solstice requires such explicit sexual polygamy. all those bodies pressed up against each other under the moonlight. call him a prude, but iv can’t think of anything worse. at most, it is uncomfortable and sweaty. iv’s fist tighten in the grass until his nail beds fill with dirt. 

iv’s wings tremble as he chews the inside of his cheek, attempting to ground himself back into reality. it is a memory that is better left forgotten. the gentle ripples lake help soothe him back into the present. he focuses on it; letting his eyes close for a moment and listens.iv cradles his knees to his chest, his head resting upon them.

“i thought you would be out here.”

her voice is so clear and wine-laced as the bristles through the evergreen leaves. iv releases his grip on the grass, flicking the aforementioned dirt from his nails–an unconscious attempt to seem more presentable. he whips his head around to greet her. she stands behind him, wearing only a royal purple shawl. the fabric is sheer gossamer, which only reveals her lack of undergarments as the moonlight glows down on her. the shawl flows in the wind, circling her body like wisteria flowers twist around its branches, cascading down her slender legs and resting at her ankles. iv thought he is overdressed for the occasion. his cheeks flushed, realizing she was bare beneath the shawl, and he turned his head so fast it was a miracle his neck stayed intact. 

“yeah…” he gulps and clears his throat. the heat would not die down from his cheeks. "i just needed some space for a moment.“ 

his tense muscles relax upon realising it was her.

she dips her toes into the shallows of the lake’s edge. the cool water pools around her pearl-painted nails. a golden goblet rests in her hand, filled to the brim with spice wine. swirls of steam danced from the warm beverage. the familiar scent greets his nostrils with the welcoming notes of cinnamon, citrus, cloves, and berries. her breath also dances against his skin with the same scent, although they seemed more inviting coming from her lips. he fought back the urge to kiss her then and there.

“are the festivities not up to your standard?” she quips, a playful lilt on her words, resting her head upon his shoulder. her nipple brushes against his arm through the gossamer shawl. “i heard the solstice festivals are much more dignified up north. "

she shifts her body until she is resting on her side, facing him. iv is aching for contact once more.

“yes, very much so…” iv’s jaw tightens.

he did not want to go into the gruesome details now. iv still remembers the violence, and it makes his eyes water; he blinks them away in quick succession.

“the water is nice tonight,” she changes the subject with ease, swirling her toes in the shimmery water. 

iv’s eyes follow her silhouette as he stood up, the curve of her hips so prevalent in the moonlight. he has to fight the urge to draw her near and kiss her among the wildflowers. he was a gentleman; their friendship did not allow for that thought. despite wanting that ever since that night in the snow. as the sheer garment slid off, her bare skin was exposed. her breasts shine with a faint gold body shimmer, something iv had not noticed. she looks ethereal, like a goddess; he can not name a distinct one. it was as if all of them had meshed together in his mind. 

“join me?” she requests, pointing toward the water in her mild wine-filled stupor. iv’s eyes fall to her breasts for a moment, licking his lips. just the thought of wrapping his lips around her swollen nipples, tasting the salt on her skin. he could have cum then and there. a gulp rises in his throat; he swallows it down hard. 

water submerges her, up to her thighs until she is waist-deep. ripples of water dance around her hips, following the movements of her body–a watery silhouette. it would be impolite to refuse such a kind offer. before iv could protest, he’s already removing his clothes. his hands slide into the waistband of his pants, careful not to disturb his already sensitive cock. he avoids it. he slides his pants down his thighs, all bare except for his undergarments. iv repeats the process, shrugging his shirt off and discarding next to the growing pile of clothes beside his feet. he halts for a moment, desire burning in his chest; it’s just swimming, nothing more. she looks stunning in the moonlight; iv always thought that. it is part of the reason he is so drawn to her. even doing something as mundane as swimming, she is gorgeous to him.

“do not stop now, i was enjoying the show,” she muses, eyeing the sizable erection he is sporting before dipping under the water. iv has to restrain himself from covering his bulge. her hair sticks to her back as she resurfaces.

iv huffs out a shaky breathy, lacing his fingers into the sink and tugging his undergarments down. his half-hard cock rests dormant against his thigh, the tip bubbling with pre-cum. he squeezes his eyes shut, thinking of any possible gruesome thing to quell the arousal that stirred within him. he thought to the night in the snow.

after opening his eyes, he exhales and steps into the water, fearing the siren would drag him under if he wasn’t careful. iv treks deeper, joining her near the centre of the lake where the water is the deepest. both of them submerged to their necks now. wings glittering under the water like pearly silk.

“something is troubling you, i can sense it,” she knocks him out of his trance, sweeping the water with her palm. the water ripples into a makeshift wave and crashes against his bare chest. iv observes the way her lips move, how they dance into shapes of vowels and consonants, how they would contact his skin. he knew how badly he wants her; he only hoped she wants the same and that is bothering him the most.

“indeed, i am troubled.”

she stops swimming around him; water stills around her curves as she glances at him with suspicious eyes. her wings fluttering in a seductive dance.

”would it be blasphemous if i did not engage in tonight’s group activities?”

she knows what he is referring to. iv’s time at the grove has not been long enough to grasp all the rules and formalities. residents often engage in group copulation. she’s engaged yourself; however, iv; he seems to stray from that path; it was not as ritualistic up north as it was here.

“i don’t see why it would be.”

iv straightens his back, his cock growing stiff as her hand grazes his thigh. the move is unintentional on her part; however; it does not quell his arousal. 

the two of them swim in silence for another twenty minutes until the moon is at its peak and their fingertips prune. iv exhales through his nose, his breath tickling the top of his lips. he keeps his gaze averted and close to the ground, watching his footsteps as he exits the water. small droplets leaving a wet path behind him. iv takes respite on the water’s edge. he risks losing control if he stayed in the water for much longer.

she joins him, body dripping slick with the earthy scent of the water. she smells like dirt and sweet berries, rustic and fruity and her. the scent heightens the closer she gets to him. her legs crossed, tickled by the grass. she rested her head on his shoulder, but with a touch of uncertainty. iv stiffens at the sudden touch.

“do you have someone to share the night with? i’d wager your bed is already filled,” he inferred, his breath catching as he put together his response.

he’s never had her in such proximity and not in such a state of undress. his gaze fell to the shawl by her feet; he yearned to be a barrier between her and curious stares.

“what makes you think my bed isn’t empty?”

iv’s eyes widen in response to her retort. the thin, green strands crinkled between his fingers as he wrestled with his unexpected shame. he was at a loss for words; his skin burned.

“i — no, i did not mean,” 

she chuckles at the blushing mess he had become, taking his hand in hers, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

“it is fine,” the clarification and the unexpected hand contact did indeed help calm him. “and no, i do not have anyone tonight. all my potential bedfellows are enjoying the company of others.” 

not all of them…

“i see…” iv gulps, his throat tight, parched with unsaid words and feelings. 

the two of them gaze up at the moon. a silence befalls both of them. the moon is stunning at this hour, rather large too–a full moon was predicted for the solstice, and boy did she fulfill her promise. they were so entranced by the sight that iv did not realize that their hands were still interlocked. neither of them attempted to pull away. 

the air holds an uncertain sweetness to it. one that iv cannot name for the life of him. he assumes it is her natural musk–the aforementioned soil and sweet berries. this … it is different somehow. the same notes are prevalent, but … stronger—more potent. it makes iv want to cum.

his breath catches as he sees her, legs tucked, breathing in deep shudders, a hand between her thighs yet hesitant to touch herself. whatever this reaction is, and what caused it, seemed to have more of an effect on her. 

“hey, is everything alright?” 

she nods. the movement is frantic yet calm, as if she’s experienced this before. iv stills, just watching her for a moment. her hand still refuses to stroke her clit, fighting off the urge. sweat gathers on her hairline, and her eyes are glassy as she stares back at him.

then it hits him. he remembers her mentioning some pollen the night of his first solstice. it is sometimes mixed in with food as an aphrodisiac and consumed, albeit in small doses. the flower grows in sparse patches around the lake, rare to find. however, in proximity, their potency can be fatal if not addressed.

iv dips his fingers into her cunt. her eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, but welcomed it nonetheless.

“what are you-?” 

“do you want me to stop?“

she hesitates.

“no gods, please don’t stop.”

her cunt quivers around his fingers, the sopping, squelching sound is delectable in his ears. her skin buzzes with arousal, heightened with every curl and caress he gives.

“i won’t … fuck you feel so tight…”

his stocky fingers press against her most sensitive area, the spongy point in the back of her cunt; it makes her toes curl in anticipation. iv stares her down, intensity in his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and the tip of his cock is swollen and pulsing. 

“gods … i need your hands on my cock or else i am going to explode…”

with a mind of its own, her hand reaches for the swollen appendage, gripping it tight, intending to get him off just as much. iv hisses at the sudden contact, his cock already sensitive from the warm grasp of her hand. pre-cum dribbles down her knuckles as she strokes him with haste. the pollen surging through their veins, pumping straight to their hearts. 

“iv please,” 

he can not contain himself between the potency of the pollen and the sweetness of her cunt, essence dribbling around his fingers. gods, she is so wet, so tight just for him. her fingers strangle his swollen shaft, knuckles matching the same white tone of her painted nails. 

“you’re so big…” she muses, eyes wide and hungry for his cock. her hand looks rather small in comparison, despite her fingertips tightening around his girth. iv is in a puddle beneath her; just her touch alone fills his stomach with arousal. his cheeks flush at the compliment, peering up to notice her lips slick with drool, a small glob of spit flicked away by her tongue. 

she is just as eager as he is to have their mouths on each other. he wants nothing more that for her to sit on his face and devour her cunt while she sucks him off.

“y-you wanna s-suck it…?” he gulps, his mouth dry.

the words pass his lips in a shudder, as if words are too hard to speak right now. the flurry of sensations: her fingers around him, his fingers inside her, the buzz of the pollen humming through both their systems. it is as if he were driven mad.

“y-yeah…” a nod follows, before iv can even recognise the situation her lips wrap around his cock. his pre-cum is the first drop of water on a sweltering day, and by the gods, she is thirsty. 

“oh, fuck, mmh-” he shudders. 

this must be what heaven is like, such gentle lips sucking him off, caressing his cockhead. heat is not only present in his cheeks; his tip swelled red, ready to burst at a moment’s notice. the gods are smiling down on him. iv senses are heightened, his ears picking up sounds he could not hear. his tip hitting the back of her throat, the wet sounds along with her moans make him eager for release.

“gods, you are so good at this” iv knows she is well versed in all forms of pleasure, but this is heavenly; his soul ascending from the work of her mouth.

his hand rests on the back of her head, fingers threading through her as he pushes her down on his cock. the pollen’s strength intensifies with the sensation, his heart faltering in his chest, pounding against his ribcage—a captive confined by flesh and bone. its penalty for lustful thoughts.

“gods fuck … stop…mmm h-hold on…mmh fuck…i need taste you…” 

the lack of contact makes iv mewl in discomfort. her lips part with his cock. her head cocks to the side with faux concern. his breath halts, regaining some semblance of thought. gods, what is he doing…? his fingers still buried inside her, the sight caused his heart to shudder. she leaks around him, her folds and inner thighs a mess of liquid ambrosia. with parted lips, he brings his fingertips to his tongue to taste her sweetness.

enjoying it, he allows his tongue to roam over every finger. he can taste everything. her inherent metallic flavor is enhanced by sweet berries, pineapple’s acidity, and cranberry’s tartness. it makes him crave more, to drink her in like the many mugs of spiced wine he’s indulged in tonight. 

“fuck … come here…” 

his hands are on her hips in an instant until his head is buried between her perfect thighs. his fingerprints indented her skin, marring her with his presence. her hips rock back against his skilled tongue, diving into every crevice of her void. her essence makes his jaw quiver, all other senses muted except for her flavor. iv inhales, driving his tongue deeper, caressing her clit with the appendage until she is a whimpering mess above him.

“holy shit…” she whines with a mouthful of his cock, body on fire with pleasure. 

knowing that both of them would not last long, iv savours everything, every waning moment, every touch, lick and kiss. a nervous energy infused his actions, suggesting a fear of fully embracing his own desires, lest they prove too potent. 

she drips onto his tongue like a faucet, each drop sweeter than the last. iv’s large hands grope her ass cheeks, pulling her down until his tongue is submerged in her cunt. his lips are coated with her essence, slick and sweet. gods, iv has tasted nothing sweeter in his life. he does not stop there, knowing the potency of the pollen has himself wanting two more rounds at the very least. iv’s tongue flicks her overstimulated clit, drawing out orgasm after blissful orgasm. his cock on the verge of spilling, the coil of desire in his belly grows as his abdomen tightens. 

“gods … yes…mm keep going…fuck—oh fuck yes!”

he releases inside her mouth, cum dripping down her chin as it spills from between her lips. he knows the potency of his release; her face contorts with a slight grimace at the unexpected saltiness. yet she swallows him down without a complaint. iv has never had a lover that is so eager to consume him. just the sight of her sucking him dry has him craving more. hell, he needs it, not just in her mouth, but her cunt. to satiate her until her womb was occupied and distended. he has no sign if this is the pollen’s effects talking or his own insatiable need for her. 

“sit,” she commands, clambering off him, motioning with a shaky finger to sit against the tree trunk, a streak of cum still staining her chin. iv is as nimble as ever and shuffles back against the trunk, pushing his palms into the ground for support despite his aching muscles. 

in an instant she is on top of him, straddling his waist. constellations of lust forming in his vision.

“we … are you sure…?” his words are a jumbles mess, mumbled through the lust on his tongue and breathless whines. a nod is all she gave him, quick that he misses it. iv lets out a choked gasp as she sinks onto him, his shaft filling her. 

“gods … mmh,” her hips arch against his, matching the movements of his wayward thrusts. the sheer mass of his cock is enough to have her dripping around him in seconds. he wants to take her, have the weight of him fill her until their hips met in passionate grinds. but the gods don’t allow him the pleasure of patience tonight. 

“kiss me,” he whines, “fucking hell, kiss me.”

their lips collide in a passionate kiss. his teeth nibble at her bottom lip, begging for entrance—she reciprocates. his hands now rest on her hips, spearing her onto his cock, each movement rougher and desperate than the last. 

“fuck..mmh not gonna … last l-long…you r-riding me like t-that,” he stammers through his words, his arms wrap around her waist to keep her pinned against his chest.

“m-me too,” her words were mumbled against his lips, her stomach already twisting, anticipating her next orgasm. 

“cum in me…” she begs. not a question, but a command. 

“i … we can’t…” 

“please … i need mmm fuck… i need it…” 

iv sees the desperation in her face. her eyes knit shut, brows furrowed, and mouth hung open. her breasts bounce against his chest, perky nipples show the persistence of her arousal, prodding his skin. and her cunt … gods, her cunt squeezes the life out of his cock. 

“okay…” 

he slams inside her, quickening the pace of his thrusts. as he drove his hips with successful force, he intensified his hold on her waist. the two of them say nothing, only a mixture of moans and whimpers. iv cums inside of her with a guttural groan. his warmth floods her void, coating her insides in his viscous warmth.his heart rate slows, the pollen dispersing from his veins. relief flood him as her juices spilling around his softening cock. 

both of them sit motionless for a moment, gathering their bearings and allowing their hearts to slow back to their normal rhythm. iv kisses her forehead; a mutual understanding of their situation soon takes hold, knowing they saved each other from a precarious demise. a semi-awkward silence fills the air before he speaks. 

iii has watched you for a while. muted and inconspicuous as a morning breeze through bushels of leaves. he fixed his eyes on the shadow trapped behind layers of sheer gossamer curtains. your fingers curled between shuddering thighs, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth forming wordless shapes only he could hear. iii knew he should not entertain it. you were his neighbor, for christ’s sake! to his eye, your naked body is as gorgeous and supple as sculpted marble. your pleasure is for yourself, however, by the position of your body in a way where only he could see, facing his bedroom window of all places. cunt glistening wet under the sunlight, stands of dew-slick grass tickling the bare skin of your thighs. it drove him insane, and pitching a tent in his sweatpants.

the event would occur weekly on thursdays, and sometimes fridays, always around nine. your housemates had left for work about twenty minutes prior. iii always counted the minutes, slower than usual as his body burned with desire. he peeked out his window just for a glimpse. cheeky bitch you are, getting him all riled up, and there’s nothing he could do. god! he hates it! your feminine form slick with tanning oil, the scent held a sweet, nutty quality to it that iii caught the faintest whiffs of, even when perched against his window. iii kept his eyes taut on you, staring as you lay down a towel, the velvet fabric shining like rubies. to an unsuspecting neighbor, you were just tanning, as many a woman does on a warm summer’s day, but to iii ... oh, he knew how nefarious your intent was. he watched as your legs peeled open, delectable cunt shielded by soft bramble of hair, trimmed at your mound. it’s a mundane thought, but a thought nonetheless. just the way your body curled, reaching your most intimate of areas, the way your spine would arch, then straighten, akin to a wave rolling onto the shore. it’s enough to make iii grind his cock against the window.

“fuck…” he grunts, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, stopping any unwanted sounds.

your fingers roll over your swollen clit, taking the bud in between two fingers with a slight tug, iii jolts mimicking the movements of your body. it’s pure torture watching you. he needs to feel you, every inch, every ripple of skin, every squeeze of your hands, your cunt, your lips. iii was not a hard man to please. he’d stick his cock in a hole in the wall and still come out satisfied. this angle, although favourable for its vantage point, was not enough, well … not enough for iii to whip his cock out. he needs to get closer until he can see every pore and blemish on your skin, until your cunt is close enough to suck him in.

as painful as it was, he pried himself from the window, only a silhouette behind gossamer. a moan parts your lips the second he moved. it was loud, intentional. it took iii all his might not to go back for another glimpse. that’s the fucked up thing about it, it’s like you were doing it to spite him, and iii is the freak for playing along. like some fucked-up version of cat and mouse, although this time he was not the predator he claims to be.

iii sped out of his house in record time, your moans still flutter in his ears like an unanswered prayer, beckoning him closer like the angel you were. he is an unsuspecting sailor lured closer to his death by the selkie’s song, but iii would not let himself drown, not just yet. iii leaned over the back fence, peering into your back garden. he is in full view yet you don’t stop. in fact, the sudden intrusion was welcome.

“having fun there?” iii voice so self-assured despite the arousal during his cock as he grinds it against the wooden fence post, teeth clenched, stifling a groan.

“depends,” a whine escaped your lips. “do you like what you see?”

oh god. of course he does. iii loves everything about the sight, especially there’s your cunt slicked your fingers, the sound of her sucking your fingers in. iii groans, tight-lipped, with a nod.

“i need your help with something,” iii blurts out, not taking his eyes off your cunt. you stare up at him, impatient eyes fluttering with seduction behind your sunglasses, fingers never stopping their relentless assault on your perfect cunt. your eyes read something like “c’mon big guy, out with it”

iii clears his throat, groping his cock through his sweatpants, the fabric getting caught under his fingernails.

“my hose needs fixin’”

not the most arousing name to call his cock, i must admit, although the connotation seemed appropriate to iii, since you were of all places, in a backyard.

you caught on, an eyebrow cocked in faux suspicion. finally, allowing your fingers respite. the digits sticky with liquid, your essence is pearly. a gulp rises in iii’s throat, but he quickly swallows it. it aches, like swallowing pills dry with a sore throat to accompany it.

“oh, really?” your voice smooth like silk, iii could feel your words shudder against his skin. it increased the arousal in his pants. his cock throbs against the fabric. he’s certain a pool of pre-cum already stained his underwear; the fabric felt damp against his palm.

iii gave another tight-lipped nod.

“i can help with that”

your words were too calm, too confident for iii to dismiss. as if you were commanding him, he reached past the waistband, prying his aching cock from the restraints of his sweatpants and underwear. just as he suspected, his tip glistened with pre-cum, the milky substance dribbling down his shaft with each pulse. it’s only for his eyes at the moment, and, lord he could not wait to see your reaction. while iii fiddled with his cock, you had already made it to your knees. perky breasts glistening with tanning oil, giving the skin an unnatural dewy shine. there’s a sizable gap between two fence posts, enough that his cock could slip through without trouble.

painted fingernails point iii toward it. like an obedient dog, he follows.

“y’ sure i won’t get splinters?" he jokes with a chuckle, though the words falter nervously on his tongue.

“we’ll have to find out then”

god, the fucking tease.

iii’s hand grips the base of his cock. his knuckles turn white, goading the appendage to stand erect. his breathing quickens, a sweat glistened his brow as your eyes meet his cock. he sees them widen, a mixture of anticipation and surprise as he slips it through the crack in the fence, his hips nestled against the smooth wood finish. your fingertips gather a droplet of pre-cum, bringing it to your lips and tasting him. god, if you keep it up, iii would burst at any moment. toying with him, your fingers tapped his tip, iii gave a small wince in pleasure s the appendage responded to the touch.

“suck it, whore” iii commands with a swallow, his throat dry.

petaled lips wrap around his tip, guiding him in with your tongue. iii does not stop you. instead he remains still, completely enamored with the way your tongue swirls around your tip, the faintest glint of a silver piercing sliding across his tip. he had never noticed it before; it has to be new. the skin still flushed with a mild heat, warm against his own burning cockhead. iii cranes his head back with a moan. the feeling of your piercing and warm-tongued, it’s too much to bear.

his fist reached through the fence, snatching a fistful of your hair, followed by a rough tug.

“ya think it’s funny teasing me like this, ya fucking slut?” his teeth ached the more he bit down, he could hear the grind. a gasped choke rumbles in your chest, his cock nestled in the back of your throat until a mound of wiry, unkempt hair bristle'd against your upper lip.

“ya don’t know how long i’ve waited to fuck ya”

your eyes widen, iii could sense the panic within them. your pupils pinpoint and fogged over with a glassy sheen. small gasps catch in your throat, purely from the lack of air to your lungs. iii bit back another moan, his skin prickled with an icy shiver as your throat constricts around his shaft. iii wants this, and he knows you want it too. why else would you parade yourself around, pussy bare and sopping wet if not to get his attention?

fear held in your eyes for a moment before it dissipated into something darker, primal. it was as if your mind was running on instinct. you’ve sucked many cocks in your lifetime, but none had ever made you feel as insatiable as iii’s. you pull back, feeling his veins ripple against your tongue; a soft pop fills his ears as your lips part from his tip. the swollen cockhead leaking with pearly beads of pre-cum. he was furious.

“you bitch-” he mutters, jaw taught.

“be patient, christ,” you sit up, cleaning spit and pre-cum from your lips. your perky tits bounce with your movement.

”what are you-’’

the tip of his cock slots between your breasts, tip oozing pre-cum against the silky skin. iii sucks at his teeth, bitten lips curl into a smirk. he rocks his hips, battling with the movements of your breasts, your palms squeezing the supple flesh together, creating the most delicious friction.

“dirty girl”

he caught a peek of your tongue, parting your lips, to lick a bead of pre-cum that spills on your breasts. iii’s balls tighten, that primal instinct rising in his belly, so desperate to see what you would do next. arousal pooled in his loins and desperation fills his lungs. his breath chokes in his throat as you kiss his swollen tip, fingers creating knots in your hair as his grip tightens.

he cums without warning, your breasts painted milky white, the taste bitter on your tongue, cupping your breasts in your palms to lick them clean.

iii pants, his chest burning with a caveman-like primality.

“fuck…” he growls. "turn around, let me see that cunt”

your lips curl into a sadistic grin, proud to be commanded by him in such away. iii’s eyes widen as you face away from him, back arched, perfect cunt spread and wet all for him. two fingers spread your soaked folds, giving him better access. it was as if iii’s cock had a mind of its own, breathless from his previous orgasm, the appendage sprang to life with a throbbing pulse. the wind felt like razor blades against his sensitive skin.

your ass backed up against the fence, cunt drooling as it connected with his cock. iii shudders, shoulders tensing with the contact. he aspires to be gentle, savour every moment, every ripple of your tight, gummy cunt stretching to accommodate his side. he wants you to beg for it until you’re in tears. but the primal part of his brain screams at him to fuck you raw, to bury himself deep and breed your cunt like the feral animal he is.

iii offers no warning and certainly no words of comfort at he sheathes himself deep in your cunt. the burn was instant, your cunt struggling to make room for the battering ram that was his cock, knocking down your walls. your body was a castle, and this is his siege.

biring down on your lip hard, you squeeze around him. desire burning through you, depsite how bad you wanted him, your cunt aches and pules with a need to push him out as if your body was rejecting him.

“fuck…” you whisper under your breath, through clenched teeth and short gasps, as if you did not want him to hear you.

iii is vigilant, noting there was your ass slapped back against the wooden plants, how your back arched and cunt tightened around him. the sound is absolutely disgusting, and iii loves it.

“dirty fuckin’ whore. imagine if ya housemates could see ya, bent over n’ fucked out, creamin’ all over this thick cock”

your head lowers, not in shame. it was pounding from the adrenaline rush, speared on iii’s cock sent shockwaves up your spine, your fingertips, and toes numb, your stomach swirled in pleasure, feeling the bulge of him protrude through your skin.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t ya, whore?” iii’s eyes are pinpoint, focused on nothing but your sopping wet cunt.

“y-yes” breaks your silence. it did not radiate that of a confident woman who was so eagerly pleasuring herself out in the open. no, you were a submissive little minx whose only purpose was to be fucked out and discarded.

iii silences himself as his orgasm built, his stomach tightening as a sweat collected on his brow, painted skin shimmering in the sunlight. you crane your head back to look at him, even though the sun’s glare blurs your vision. he looked like some demon, the shadowy figure you see in the corner of your room when you are a hair's breadth away from sleep. he was utterly majestic.

your pussy clamps around his shaft, mesmerising every vein that littered the silky skin. iii’s mouth dried at the sight, your essence milky and sweet oozing around his shaft. he watched as it trickles down your folds, across your clit. he couldn’t hold back, and he pushed into you with animalistic ferocity, pounding you with such force that you toppled over. green stains your palms as your hands grasp at tufts of dirt and grass.

a final groan was all he gave to signal his release. instantly, you were full and warm. your cunt is a spongy vessel built to absorb his cum. iii is quick to pull out, ever the impatient man as he wanted to watch his seed drip out of you. thick globs of cum tease him, threatening to spill from your cunt with each shudder and pulse.

intense is the best word to describe what is happening. ii’s cock buried deep within your cunt, his hips rocking back and forth, attempting to restrain himself from going too hard. the scowl on his lips reveals how much he is holding back. if ii has his way, he would be fucking you senseless until the bedframe breaks. but he holds his tongue, for this is about your pleasure, not his. 

“god, these tits, angel … they’re gorgeous” he leans down, his words a breath upon your breasts, tickling the skin. lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking on the hardened bud.

“i could suck on them all day. “

his words reverberate through your skin, through a growl that did not go unnoticed. ii’s passion is limitless, made clear by the way his hands grope your breasts as if they had a mind of their own. no mere thought could deter them from their mission, determined to feel and commit your flesh to memory. in truth, your naked form seared behind his eyelids. each time he blinks, that memory resurfaces.  

your back arches in the most sensual way, like a wave rippling against the shoreline, the bedsheets the sand. a moan rolls off your tongue–a plea for more friction, as if your nipples have numbed to the sensation of ii’s tongue. in response, he adds teeth and bites down. 

pearly whites clamp down around your sensitive nipples, the buds pebbled and swollen. the feeling is instant—a combination of sucking, twirling and biting on his part sends a pulse straight to your cunt. and boy, she had a heartbeat alright. 

ii grunts, his lips reverberate around your nipple as the clench of your cunt pulls him in deeper. he could describe it as a sinking feeling? no, a pull … yes, that’s it! a pull, like you were drawing him in–a siren luring an unsuspecting sailor to his watery demise.

nevertheless, ii is a mere mortal. he cannot resist the feminine allure. 

“harder, baby … please,” you mewl, your bottom lip held between clenched teeth. the arch in your back cranes and the familiar pulse between your thighs grows thicker. 

ii without another word increases his speed, his hips like pistons, slamming into with violent intent. not painful, he still has his gentle touch, but enough to make your moans pitch and hips shudder in pleasure. his lips still entrap your nipple. thank god you aren’t pregnant because at the rate he is going, ii was going to induce lactation! ii’s eyes meet yours, they’re cold. akin more to grey than blue in this lighting yet they hold your gaze, stating all the reverence and adoration without uttering a word. 

his own loins pulse with a reverent need for release. each throb threatened to split you in two. 

“gonna c-cum” he pants, his spit dribbling around your nipple. his words are a warning than an announcement.

in a fit of passion, ii cradles himself into your chest, his lips still firm around your nipple as he cums. heat floods your insides, painting your walls white with his essence. he considers his personal sanctuary to be the sensation of you wrapped around him. your cunt pulsing full of his cum, and desperate for your own release. ii does not pull out; instead, he remains inside–still thrusting, of course not for his own satisfaction, but to help aid in yours. your lips purse shut, taut as a moan struggles to escape, your own essence dripping down your thighs and around his cock, gushing like water over a cliff. It does not bother ii one bit; he is rather fond of the mess. 

he stays inside you, allowing the flood of your release to wash over him until it finally subsides. his thumbs swirl circles into your hips. they’re inconsistent–stopping every few seconds to monitor your reaction before starting up again. 

“you okay?” he questions. though brief, it delivers the reassurance you require. a simple nod was all you gave him in response, too tired, throat too parched to utter words. 

“that’s it, baby, relax against me” vessel’s fingers curl deep within your void, the pressure absolutely wonderful between your thighs. the water sloshing and winding around your naked bodies, warm to the touch, foamy bubbles towering up to cover your perky breasts. your cramps have been rather painful as of late, you last two cycles even worse. vessel had noticed and had done everything in his power to dissipate that pain. he runs you a bath, the both of you covered in the warm water. one of his hands pressed on your abdomen, massaging the tight flesh in small circles just above your mound. inky blotches of his paint where his fingers have laid. the other between your thighs, lanky fingers spreading your folds, filling you up. the pressure itself is gentle, yet heightened. you rest back against him, your head nestles in between his neck and shoulder blade. his breath wafts in pleasured pants against the skin that makes him shiver in delight. 

“feel good, my dove?” he breathes, soft and solemn, noticing the small scrunch on your features every time a wave of cramps washes over you. how your brow tightens and jaw tenses in pain. it’s a slight movement; if he blinks, he would have missed it. his fingers ease some of the pressure with each curl and thrust, feeling your walls clench around him in response. 

his lips meet your neck with delicate kisses, touching the skin–just ghosting over the supple flesh, then trail down your shoulder. he repeated the process a few times until the paint left sufficient black lip prints on your skin. 

vessel senses the heightening of your arousal, your perfect cunt clenching around his fingers. the mixture of your juices and menstruation only intensified your slickness despite being submerged in water. 

“mmm ves … please…” your back arches as a whine rumbles low in your chest. your breasts heaving with every shaky breath. vessel can feel your orgasm building, and he will do everything to get you there. 

 just as soon as you were about to orgasm, he pries his fingers from your void. emptiness is the exact word for it, both in body and emotion. the high soon dissipates, vessel’s fingers slick and covered in a rosy tint. blush creeps onto your cheeks, a hint of warmth and embarrassment. 

“what?” he remarks, observing his fingers. “you think a bit of blood ’d gross me out?”

you can not speak as your cheeks burned a fiery red akin to his glistening fingers, only responding with a nod.

“sweetheart, you’re a woman; it's natural” he kisses your forehead, an action so delicate and filled with such reverence for you. 

“i’m not gonna let you be ashamed of your womanhood. “

unbeknownst to you in that moment, his fingers, still shiny with your crimson, trail over your breasts. lowers they go, circling your nipples, pebbled and hard from the late spring wind that flutters through the bathroom window. streaks of red stain your breast, the contrast in colour beautiful against your skin, and vessel can not agree more. the lack of touch saddens you for a second. vessel brings his fingers to his blackened lips. you can make out his features through the paint, some of it bleeding down his cheek in muddy droplets. his face contorts with pleasure, his jaw quivers with a breath as his lips wrap around his bloody fingers. a moan catches in his throat as he tastes you. it has a coppery taste, and the smell is acrid. after all, it is blood. normally he would not think about it, but since it is you, your essence. he has never felt more compelled to taste you. 

to witness him tasting you was jarring; majority of men would feel revulsion considering it. but vessel … is no ordinary man. the sight aroused you more than you wish to confess. 

“fuck…” he breathes, a shudder in his voice. “come ride my cock, show me the woman you are. "

vessel sits up, his back presses against the porcelain of the bathtub. despite the coolness against his skin, he does not react. instead , his hands fall to your hips, holding them tight as he positions you on his lap. not minding the small streaks of crimson that rest between your thighs and then transfer to his, marking his skin with your essence. 

he stares at you for a while, thumbs drawing circles on your hips. his eyes hold yours, then dart to your lips and then back up again. a throb rouses him from his thought, your cunt pulsing against his own arousal. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he muses, eyes glimmering through steam and the warm bathroom light. your hands cup his cheeks, smoothing down the skin with your thumbs–just as he did on your hips moments prior. 

desire consumes vessel as he lifts your hips, careful not to aggravate any spasms from your already aching muscles. the moment your bodies connect, the pleasure is instant. 

“fuck…” he mutters, feeling you sink down onto him. he watches your breasts heave with a shudder as you take him. out of sheer arousal, his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking the perky bud. a moan escapes your lips despite your best efforts to stifle them. your hips lock together, gyrating–the movements synchronised in an erotic dance. one that both of you cling to, desperate for more friction.

“fuck ves” your whimpers are like music. a perfect symphony to his trained ear. 

“go slow, love … want you to feel all of me. "

in slow, calculated movements, his hands hold your hips, guiding you. his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, throbbing with insatiable need as your gummy walls flutter around him. the pulses ache; he can feel them in the pit of his stomach, and, by god he would not last long. 

your hips jut forward, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, whimpers spill from your lips like prayers. his cock swollen, heavy, and about to cum. he watches the way you ride him in complete awe and pride washing over him. what did he do to deserve you? he has been blessed by an angel. 

“mmm baby … i'm gonna c-cum if you keep doing that-” 

your movements aren’t ornate, more so the way your cunt squeezes his shaft and the way your hips gyrate against his. the sensation, the friction, is driving vessel insane, and for good reason. 

“cum in me … please, ves…” you cry, your throat parched with breathy moans. your own arousal climbed to his peak, feeling him deep in the pit of your stomach, the tip of his cock just kissing your cervix. 

“are you sure…?” vessel’s throat tightened with worry. he’d never spilled inside you before, always the cautious one, always pulling out just in time or filling your mouth or covering your tits and stomach in his seed. honestly, the thought crossed his mind—not about breeding, just the sight of you, dripping with him. still, you whine, begging him to fill you up. what kind of lover would vessel be if he would not oblige? 

you nod, lips pressed together, attempting to contain a moan. your nails dig into his shoulder, a pressing matter vessel would deal with later. for now, he just needs to make you cum. 

vessel leans up, kissing you again. the nature of this kiss is aggressive in its execution. his arms wrap around your waist, securing you in position as his hips piston up against yours. the pressure doing wonders for your abdominal cramps.

“cum for me, dove…” vessel whispers against your lips, spit connecting the two of you together. without warning, your body shudders against his, your cunt fucked out and sensitive as you cum, juices dripping down his shaft.

“that’s my good girl … gonna fuck a baby into you…is that what you want, huh?” 

his words bluster with pomp and showmanship. he had no intention of impregnating you; his words seem to spur on the raging ovulation within you. more so just to feel your walls slick with his cum, and eventually his child. 

you nod, clinging to him as your own orgasm subsides. your body aches, oversensitive from the rush of adrenaline. vessel cums with a warning, his arms tighten around your waist, his hips jutting with inconstant movements. warmth floods your cunt, his cum leaking out of your tight hole. the feeling itself is nothing short of magical, feeling his cum bury deep into you, making a home in your womb. 

vessel ceases his movements, leaning in to offer you another sloppy, breathless kiss. resting his forehead against yours, he stares into your eyes.

“i love you … so much…” he breathes, placing a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a few moments longer than expected. 

iv’s hands trail up the back of your thighs; his skin is warm, despite the winter chill that creeps into the bedroom. golden light flickers from lit candles, the mood sensual–alluring. iv has you propped up across his knees, your bare ass flushes a pinkish hue from light warning taps and gentle gropes. 

“you remember the system, bunny?” his voice calm, far too calm for the sensations you are about to experience. his hand drifts to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh between his fingers.

you nod, a meek one–silent. feeling the ghostly touches of his fingers against your skin, silent and intentional in their movements 

“remember, green for go, yellow for slow and red for stop” he grips your ass a little tighter, testing the waters. a small whimper parts your lips. 

“if you feel like it’s too much, i want you to tell me, and i’ll stop, okay?”

again, you nod with a slight movement of your head, yet iv feels unconvinced.

“use your words, bunny,” he prompts patiently, though the subtle grunt in his speaks volumes of opposition. 

your throat tightens, swallowing down your words despite wanting to speak

“yes.” it was a meek whisper, but it give iv all the confirmation he needs. he starts off gentle, a light smack here and there–just a taste. 

his frame looms behind you so much that his shadow eclipses your body–a mesmerizing sight of your bodies becoming one in the bedsheets. his hand comes into contact with your ass, firm and precise, hitting the spot that holds the most amount of flesh, listening for the perfect sound, feeling for maximum impact. a whine escapes your lips, an array of curses twisting your features. not one of pain, more of surprise. 

your skin feels warm under his touch. calloused fingers tap against your swell of your ass, accentuating each slap. 

“give me a colour,” he speaks, another slap following, your body juts forward with the surprise of it.

“green “ you respond without question, blindly. the process is now approved, allowing iv to begin. the slaps grow harder; the intervals grow shorter in between them. 

experiencing both pain and pleasure, your skin is turning red. your cunt is a sopping mess as you bite back tears. your mind begs you to stop him, you ass would have bruises by the time he was done. but it felt so damn good! 

“colour” he asks again, his voice stern, not necessarily a question but a demand that you have no choice but to give in to. 

“y-yellow..mmh…”

he gives you some respite after a lighter slap, his hands smoothing down the flesh of your reddened ass cheek, thumbs massaging your hips. hit breath hot against his mask, lips slick with spit as he pulls the fabric up, littering your pack with gentle pecks, up your spine and shoulder blades. 

“let me know when you're ready to go again” his tongue rolls out against the side of your neck, licking inconsistent shapes into the skin. his kisses become more heated, desperate as he inhales to flowery scent of your perfume, vanilla, and jasmine, the one he had bought for your anniversary last month. 

“you’re so beautiful, my bunny. “

a small mewl passes your lips at the compliment, your hips grind back against iv’s firm cock. the appendage pulsing with a ferocious need to be buried inside your tight, warm cunt. a nod follows, signalling your acceptance to continue. the moment his body parts from yours, a cold sensation washes over you, and only the binding of your flesh can quell the emptiness. 

he spanks you again, the sound thunderous as it echoes off the bedroom walls. you arch back against the feeling of his palm, calloused skin against the supple, smooth flesh of your ass cheek. iv doesn’t stop, nor slow down, increasing the force of the slaps until your ass glows red, burning with passion. with trembling thighs, you struggle to keep your balance, dripping cunt clenching around air, drooling against your folds. each slap feels like a whip across your bruised skin. 

“red…” you whimper into the sheets, hot tears brimming your eyes as your fists clench the fabric. iv halts, his hands now caressing your aching ass.

“shh bunny. it’s alright, i’m here…” his voice nothing more than soothing whispers. you need calmness amidst his vicious actions. iv kisses your hips, across the bruises and handprints he’d left in your skin. 

“did i hurt you, sweetheart?” 

you shake your head despite your skin burning.

you utter a soft “no...” in a whisper. “it was just..a lot…”

iv purses his lips, giving a small nod of understanding . his breath tickles your clit as he positions himself closer. 

“i’m sorry, love … you’re safe now.” 

he pressed a delicate kiss to your cunt, tongue drawing circles into the sensitive nub. instantly, you push back against him with a moan, the material of his mask creating such delicious friction. 

“mmh..” your whimpers are breathless, grinding back against his expert tongue, drawing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. 

“that’s it, bunny, mmh. fuck yourself on my tongue.” 

iv’s tongue tastes your juices before entering you. the sensation made your thighs shudder, sweetness dripping onto his chin.

“fuck..” you swirl your hips against his mouth, your orgasm washing over you, drenching the bedsheets below. iv pulls away, kissing the back of your thighs.

vibrations rumble up iii’s thighs, delicious in their sensation as the cockring pulses around him. the cage he finds himself locked in is not for his safety, but for your own. it’s barren, except for a blanket so his knees do not hurt. iii has been in a, for lack of better terms, feral mood since this morning, and self-control is not his strong suit. the cage is in the corner of your shared bedroom, inconspicuous enough that visitors think that a pet may live there at night. 

iii drools in arousal, his cock leaking hot pre-cum as his cock twitches along with the pulses. 

“ya fuckin' bitch,” he grunts as a particular vibration aches his hips, sending them shuddering forward. “been teasin' me all mornin’” 

you sit in front of him naked, pussy on full display, your fingers teasing around your clit, yet not touching. he stares at it, his tongue lolling out past his lips, slick with drool. lanky fingers outstretched, reaching for it. 

“fuck!“ he growls as a zap courses through him. the shock collar around his neck buzzes with a sudden burst of electricity. his cock twitches with arousal at the sensation. a small giggle parts your lips no matter how much you try to stifle it. 

“ya think this in funny, huh?” he grunts, the tip of his cock prods through the cage wall. “ya won’t be laughing when i'm balls deep in ya–mmh fuck,” 

now your fingers dance around your clit, teasing the nub with your fingertips. slickness gathers on the pads . leaning in, you bring them to his hips, allowing him to taste you. iii’s lips wrap around your delicate fingertips, teeth baring down and biting softly, letting your juices mingle with his tastebuds. as he sucks you increase the vibration setting on his cockring. 

“we’ll see about that, love” you kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. to secure you closer, he reaches his hands through the cage grate, fingers barely scrape against your hips when you shock him again. you tsk in disappointment.

“uh, ah, not so fast” the shock makes him recoil back; his fingertips knock against the cage. 

“stop bein’ a fuckin brat. " 

“learn some self-control then. “

“me? self-control?” he scoffs, grinding his cock against the cage, desperate for some more friction. “how about ya stop prancin’ around the house with ya cunt out? i’m only a man, bird. " 

his tongue wets his lips, desperate for another sight. his eyes follow up your belly to your tits, watching them bounce as you grope and tug at your nipples. the swollen buds peak as your fingers roll over them.

“fuckin’ hell … let’s see that pretty cunt again, love. " 

iii’s words are desperation disguised as a command, as you lean back your pussy comes into view. glistening with wetness. he subconsciously licks his lips, hungry for a taste. the cockring swirls around his cock, and the shocks from the collar have subsided for now. 

“touch it.” 

opening your legs, you let your fingers fall between your thighs, teasing your aching clit. beginning with gentle swirls around the delicate pearl, watching iii’s impatience grow. his hand wrapped around the small bar of the cage, knuckles burning white from how tight he grips it. a scowl forms on his lips. 

“don’t fuckin' tease. fuck ya’self,” 

his tone was sharper, more direct. raising your eyebrows in faux shock, mocking him more than anything as you plunge two fingers into your sopping cunt, moaning as you feel your void encapsulate your fingers. 

“that’s it, bird. fill ya’self up” iii’s eyes stare with an intense fixation on your cunt, adoring the way your fingers pump in and out of your dripping void. 

“like what you see, baby?” a moan rips through your throat as you speak. 

“like what i see? love, i’m in fuckin’ heaven. oh, my god-” his large, lanky hand wraps around the base of his cock, an aggressive edge to his movements. “spread ya legs more, bird, wanna see all of ya. "

you do has told spreading your legs, so he gets a full view of your pussy. 

“holy shit, ya fuckin’ soaked! " 

he pumps harder, his cock throbbing in his palm. his jaw tight, and teeth were grinding against each other. sinful moans like angel’s cries in his ears. iii doesn’t stop not for a second, the way your fingers dip in and out of you, how your cunt glistens under the warm bedside lamp. you’re simply angelic. 

“shock me again, bird. “

“mmh..huh?”

“ya fuckin’ heard me, shock me again. " 

a rush of arousal floods your cunt. a hesitant hand grabs the shock collar remote. the last thing you want to do was actually hurt him, then you saw the look in his eyes. he wants this. 

his body twitches slightly with an aroused growl. he continues to pump his cock faster. 

“c’mon, bird, ya can do better than that. “

you press the remote again. he does the same twitch and growl.

“more.” 

“iii … i don’t.” 

“fuckin’ do it, y/n-!” 

he lets out a masochist growl followed by a chuckle as you shock him again. his cock pounding as pre-cum spills from his tip. his head is thrown back, eyes rolling back into his skull. 

“harder,”

you turn up the dial. another shock.

“harder!” 

you zap him again, still at the same strength. 

“harder, ya fuckin’ bitch! don’t ya listen!?”

you flinch, your pussy throbbing with desire from his outburst. cranking up the shock collar to the highest setting, watching him moan and spill onto his fingers as the shocks run through him. a smile graces iii’s lips, pleasure rips through him as he cums. his seed is hot against your thighs, the cock ring still buzzing around him. 

“get up, put ya ass against the cage. i need to fuck the obedience back into ya “

the second you turned around, iii’s hands grope your waist, pulling you back onto his cock. his size split you in two from the moment he entered. 

“fuck!” you whine at the sudden intrusion, cunt clenching around his still-leaking cock, feeling the remains of his warmth spread through you. 

he sets an excruciating pace; the only thing separating your bodies is the thin bars of the cage. 

“don’t fight it, ya slut. take all of my cock. “

the room smells of sweat and cum, not that you mind. you are rather fond of it. your back arches, ass pressed against the cage as iii fucks into you with ravenous intent. not intending to last long. he wants to fill you up and watch his cum leak from your void. 

“iii..mmh harder yes-fuck!”

the bedroom spins, your mind completely fucked out. iii take no notice, he does not have to. he knows you are close just by the way your thighs shudder; the imprint of the cage mars your skin. 

you squirt around him without warning, dripping down the cage and his cock, mind completely absent of thought, only feeling the dull ministrations of iii’s thrusts. 

“such a messy fuckin’ whore,” he growls, biting his bottom lip to the point of drawing blood. the metallic taste ignites another fire within him. he picks up his speed, cock slamming into with violent intent.

“take all of it. take all my cum, bird. oh, fuck yes! that’s it, clench around me, baby, take this fucking dick like the good lil' whore you are!” 

he cums deep within you, feeling him bury his seed deep within your belly. your mind and body numb with exertion, your pussy leaks cum as he pulls out, the remains spilling onto your perfect ass. iii sits back and admires the sight. 

“enjoy ya’self, bird?” 

you nod meekly, out of breath and face first into the carpet.

his fingers move at a violent pace between your thighs. a fast and impatient pace. to an extent, you feel your thighs would melt into a puddle beneath your body. ii lets out an animalistic growl, one clenched between grinding teeth; your juices seep onto his lanky, calloused fingertips. the bar-side alleyway is not the most private of setting, not that you mind. you are rather an exhibitionist, not quite to like ii. 

“god, angel … you’re dripping for me,” his grunts echo against brick walls, dispersing into the endless void of night with not so much as a stir to the surroundings. still, you hold a sense of worry. what if someone were to come around the corner? to see ii’s fingers buried deep in your cunt. would they run away in disgust? call the police? maybe even watch? you shudder at the endless possibilities, not wanting to explore any of them at the moment. 

“your fingers feel so good..mmh fuck … yes,” you whimper in a mix of breathless pants and sultry moans. a scream of pleasure wants to rip through your throat. one that leaves your throat raw in desperation. it would be obvious to any passerby, and ii did not want his privacy invaded. 

“cmon love, i know you wanna make noise … fuck…” he cuts off his own sentence to note the erotic squelching sound your cunt makes when he thrusts his fingers deeper. he licks his lips trying to compose himself. 

“you gotta be quiet” he gives another thrust, this one rougher than the last. it makes you jolt back against the brick wall, fresh ink graffiti staining your jacket. 

“promise when we get home you can scream my name as loud as you want … can you do that for me, angel?”

you give a small nod, shuddering with arousal as your thighs weaken. your hand flies out to grasp his wrist, feeling the wave of your orgasm pool in your belly.

“ii … baby please mmh..mmm…i can’t…” 

it was too much for you to handle. you attempt to push his hand away, but he remains, thrusting harder–deeper until his knuckles brush against your mound, a drum-worn thumb traces delicate circles against your sensitive clit. 

“yes, you can. you’ve done it before. “

his words sound more like he was trying to convince you rather than reassure you of your ability to remain quiet. your bottom lip caught between your teeth, trying your best to stifle the moans that threaten to spill. 

“you’re gonna be quiet and cum on my fingers like a good little slut, you understand?”

you don’t respond, only letting out a whine that was loud enough to disturb the alley rats, who scatter from inside dumpsters, taking respite in the stormwater drains. ii’s hand wraps around your mouth, muffling your moans into his palm. his skin felt flushed and damp. 

“the fuck did i just tell you?” his words come out more like a growl rather than the intended whisper. 

your eyes plead with an apology, staring into hardened grey eyes, not resembling his soft ocean blues in the slightest. his fingers pump in and out, the ministrations far from gentle. his goal rather than your pleasure was to see you unravel before him–to spill your juices around his fingers like the messy slut you are. 

to say you are close is an understatement. weak-kneed and worn out, ii’s fingers cause your thighs to tremble. the pulse between them continues to grow, gummy walls clamp around his fingers, around the rings that adorn them. the silver pushing against you in the most delicious of ways. 

“ii … please..i.” 

“you what?” he barks, teeth clenched and grinding together as he increases his pace. “you gonna cum?”

your head bounces with a series of nods, aroused. back arching against the wall, pushing your hips forward with frantic gyrations. 

“yes..baby please-” whines ripple against his palm. the vibrations travel through his arm, down his torso and into his pants, where his throbbing cock receives the signal, standing at attention in his jeans.

“fuck-” he grumbles. “you gonna be quiet for me, angel?”

“yes … fuck yes…” your whines are quiet but heighten in pitch. hands grabbing at his wrists, this time guiding his fingers deeper into you. 

“then come for me.”

with a delicious curl of his fingers, you spill over. your juices coat every inch of his palm–soppy and wet. an arousing squelch of your wetness rings through his ears. lord, he is about to cum in his jeans if you keep this up. 

his fingers leave your void, wetness still squirting from your void. he lifts his mask. the two fingers that were inside you now rim his lips, his tongue parts them and licks his fingers clean before offering you a tender kiss, a true contrast to his previous actions.

“fuck … that’s it, baby…” vessel’s hands tangle in your hair, matted locks loop around his fingers. his cock thrusts into you—powerful and determined, serving as a driving force for his arousal. six dark pupils stare down at you with lustful intent, all the while you gaze up at him; 

vessel is not rough, oh no–far from it. from time to time, he would push further, his cock moving deeper into your throat. your mouth stretches around his veiny shaft–taking inch by inch. 

a small growl escapes his lips, sometimes between clenched teeth, at other times through loud, open-mouthed moans, causing your cunt to drool with anticipation. his long, lanky fingers, darkened by soot and ash—markings of his god—tighten in your hair, jostling your head forward with a surprising gasp. his cock hitting the back of your throat with teasing strokes, akin to a kiss–gentle, yet holds all the passion you crave. still, a desperate try to get himself off quicker. 

vessel is an impatient man. not one to meander around things or subjects, straight to the point. right now, his intention is to ensure you enjoy the taste of his cum as much as he does giving it. 

“mmm, fuck yes…” his gasps are breathless and strained, as if he is restraining his most primal inhibitions. 

his size nestled in the back of your throat, throbbing yet not ready for release. he’s holding himself there for respite and, more importantly, to watch you choke on his cock. you cough and sputter around him, of course; it's only natural given his size . a persistent ache in the corners of your lips, and more so your jaw, makes itself known. vessel swiftly notices, watching how your throat constricts and releases in shuddered gasps, how your eyebrows tighten and tears pour down your cheeks. vessel notices your vulnerability, and a wave of protectiveness washes over him as he swiftly wipes them away with his thumb. 

“shhh … it's okay, baby. you’re doing so well…” he coos as an owner would have to his pet. his words muddle in your ears, a mix of praises and other sorts of affirmations.

“soon, sweetheart. i’m so close; can you hold on for me?”

with a tiny nod, your head moves, feeling his erection against your inner cheeks. careful with his hands, he grasps the top of your neck again, starting with gentle thrusts to get you used to his movements again. he speeds up; he needs no confirmation to know you are ready to take him again. his cock slick with your spit and his pre-cum–a perfect combination. 

deaf to other sounds except the gags and coughs that part your lips. a whimpered cry burning your throat as he cums without a word. it is hot and potent–sweet tasting. the amount leaves your cheeks full with just a couple of pumps. 

“that’s my sweet girl,” he said, pulling his cock from your mouth. cum and spit mixed, spilling down your chin and onto your breast. your nipples glistened, pearly and white with his cum. 

vessel drags himself to his knees.

“hold it…” he commands.

he becomes a part of you; spit and cum pass between both of your lips. he hums against your mouth, enjoying the taste of himself. 

a string of cum and spit links your lips as you pull away. a breath shudders past his blackened lips, looking down on you with such adoration. your make-up smeared down your tear-stained cheeks, your breasts heaving with each rise and fall of your chest. swollen, pouty lips parted, his cum coating your tongue. 

“swallow it” not a demand, but a request. if you choose to spit him out, he won’t hold any grudge, allowing his cum to trickle down your breast. he always has other places he can stuff you full.

you consume him, greedy, like a thirsty dog desperate for water. a gasp follows a thick gulp as you swallow every drop of him. small droplets of cum spill from the corners of your mouth. as he kisses you again, the taste of himself against your lips brings a resounding wave of pride. 

he gives your forehead a lingering kiss after he pecks your lips and cheeks.